THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE

Whene’er you are happy and cannot tell why
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!

He loves to be little, he hates to be big,

°T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig;

°T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.

 

’'T is he, when at night you go off to your bed,

Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your
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For wherever they’re lying, in cupboard or shelf,

°T is he will take care of your playthings himself!